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Paul had never known his real mother, she had left his father Jack soon after Paul’s birth, never to be seen or heard of again. It had been tough, but Paul’s grandparents had rallied around, & somehow they had managed. Then, when Paul was 5-years old, his father had met & married Stacey – a

Ben’s life was moving as fast as the train he was riding. Patches of forest and farmland sped by, washed away by the clacking of the cars. He looked down at the basket on the red leather bench beside him. Thanks to Sephie’s cute wit and smooth talking and the coin she had received last

Have you ever seen a truly gorgeous cock before? Not one that’s just massive, or one that looks like it could split your insides open, or so thick that you can’t get your mouth around it. Not one that’s just got the perfect head, or lets out enough cum for you to bathe in. No

I have been sleeping with Mom in the same bed since I turned 18-years old because of Dad’s snoring issues. Dad’s snoring had gone worse in the recent years and Mom told Dad to sleep in the living room. But that made sleeping difficult for me as I used to sleep in the living room.

This is the first story that I’ve written. If you are offended by stories of incest then please don’t read this one. All characters in this story are 18 or older.—–Kelly and her dad are out on the patio resting in the warm Sunday mid-day sun. The sliding door opens and out steps Jim. He

Camille Lawson, David’s stepmother, was very concerned about him. He definitely hadn’t been “himself” as of late.For the past 3 month, David would stay out late a few times a week — something he’d never done before. On two occasions he didn’t come home until dawn. He wouldn’t tell her where he was going, where

When I woke up it was still dark outside, but I knew it was already early and the sun would come up any moment now. I remembered the fun I had with Chloe yesterday, and it made me hard just to think about it.My wife Lisa was still sleeping. She had no idea I had

Lisa sat on the table, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment. Around the room were art students, busily sketching, looking up to analyze her naked body and then looking down to return to their work. She tried to cover herself with her arms. “Please be still,” spoke a stern female voice from her right. Lisa

A/N – In India, a relationship with a first cousin is also considered incestuous. As a result, this work falls into the incest/taboo category.This is a ero-romantic work of fiction. Enjoy!__________________________________During one scorching summer, my family visited hers. And since then, every summer breeze has become the harbinger of her memories.Her father (my maternal uncle)

My senior year in high school started out with an adventure with my step-sister. We began masturbating in front of each other. Then pleasing each other orally, then fucking. Our parents leave early for work and our school begins late so we have time to fuck and suck most mornings with the house to ourselves.

Frank awoke fully. He’d been dozing on his step-daughter’s bed, holding her half-naked form in his arms, enjoying her presence. It was getting late, and they had to get cleaned up before Sally’s mother came home. He pushed Sally’s firm ass and finally got her moving. She stood up in front of him, stretching her

Stuck Tales: Stepsister Wants to Play.Having divorced parents sucks. You know? It especially sucks when it’s your mother who fucks around on your father, then decides she likes getting cock from a guy barely older than you (two years) and runs off with him. Granted, my mother was always a bitch, and I suspect that

Celine couldn’t help but blush as she dressed herself, the image of her son’s gawking expression lingering in her mind. “That little…” she muttered through gritted teeth before her expression softened. “He’s finally back…” She gazed into nothingness for a moment, her determination growing. “I need to ensure that he experiences happy memories in this

My parents had changed. I really felt like I had battered down the doors and they were never rebuilt for my little brother. While I had rules and regulations, my brother had negligence and solitude. Now, I’m not saying that either is better or worse than the other, I’m just saying it is what it